i keep silence about that.
Now i address you, young man,
with a private question.
How do you think: can young honest girl
doing decent work earn much?
Ha, fifteen kopeck a day...
Yes, fifteen kopeck.
and that's never letting her hands rest.
But there's hugry children
and i see, about six o'clock, Sonyechka stood up
took her cloak
and left the apartment.
And about nine o'clock she returned
went to Kateryna Ivanovna
and put on the table
thirty rubles before her.
She didn't say a word doing this
only put a big green kerchief over her head
laid in the bed facing the wall.
Yes...and i was sleeping...drunk then.
Make way!
Innkeeper, give vodka!
We have cucmbers, biscuits, stockfish.
Don't sit there, attend upon them!
Now, look at me,
i've been fifth day out of my home,
lost my job, and my uniform
lies in pub near Egyptian bridge.
And this one i got in change....
and everything...everything's over.
Today
i was at Sonya's
went to ask money for my hangover.
And she gave indeed?!
And this here half-quart i bought with her money.
Thirty kopeck she gave.
Last ones, i saw it myself.
Well, dear sir, do you pity me or not?
Just say it, dear sir! Pity or not!
And why feel sorry for you?
To pity me? What for?
Why pity me?
There's nothing to pity me for.
I need to be crucified not felt sorry for!
He...He will take pity.
He took pity on everybody,
died for everybody.
He alone is judge!
Named a sentence...judge!
????
Come here, He'll say, you, too! Come, drunkards!
Come, weaklings!
And He'll say:
You're pigs. You're made after image of beast, but come here you too.
He'll spread out His hands and lift us
and we'll start crying...and we will understand everything.
Lord! God! Let Thy kingdom come!
Let's go, dear sir, escort me.
I'm not afraid she'll tear my hair,
that's small matter, let her hit me, let...
I'm afraid of her eyes,
yes, yes, eyes.
Of red spots on cheeks i'm also afraid,
and breathing.
Do you know how it is with this illness
when one's feelings are being stirred up?
And i'm afraid of children's crying.
Higher, beloved sir, fourth floor.
Apartment of Amalya Fyodorovna Liepevekhsel.
You returned.
Jailbird, brute, where's money?
Where's money?
What's in your pockets? Show me!
And suit's not the same. Where's the suit?
Where's money? Oh, Lord...
Did you really drink away everything?
Twelve rubles...oh, Lord.
Just wait, Amalya hasn't hear it yet.
And this makes me pleasure!
This doesn't make me pain, rather pleasure, beloved sir.
Drank away everything...accured life.
Shcandal again? Gott der...
Schandal again?
And you drank with him?
Are you not ashamed?
Get out.
Don't pay mhoney for aphartment,
Tomorrow....
Amalya Ludvigovna,
i ask to remember...
I am not Amalya Ludvigovna, I'm...
I ask you to remember...
Get up! Why are you sleeping?
It's ten o'clock already.
Do you want tea?
From housekeeper?
From housekepper? Mine.
But Praskovya Pavlovna want to complain
to the police about you.
To the police? What does she want?
You don't pay money, don't leave the flat.
It's obvious what she wants.
And, by the way, she's a fool.
I'll come by today and talk to her.
Fool or no fool, but you? Clever?
You just lie like a sack.
Before, you say, you taught children?
But now? Why do you do nothing?
I do.
What do you do?
Work.
What work?
I think.
Have you thought up much money already?
For children you get paid only copper.
How much can you do with dimes?
And you what? Want all capital at once?
Yes. All capital.
Better slowly, otherwise you'll ruin everything.
Yes...i forgot.
Yesterday there came a letter for you.
Give....
I gave my three kopeck to postman.
Here you go.
Just go away sooner, for god's sake! Go!
Dear Rodya...
It's been two month already since i can't talk
to you through letters,
but don't blame me.
When you wrote that you've heard as if Dunya
in house of Svidrigailov's suffers
much rudeness, what could i write to